[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(JTK)
Everybody not your homie
Everybody not your homie, you gotta keep it on you
Everybody not your homie (Everybody not your homie, everybody not your homie)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Do drugs by your lonely, do drugs by your lonely
You gotta watch your homies, everybody not your homie
I'm the hood Bible, the hood lied to you
When you really need them, they ain't gon' be by you
Watch them n***as, they some snakes
Watch them bitches, they be fake
Own n***as watch in style
See you stop and get in your face
I'm the hood Bible
Don't let the hood lie to you
They say they love you
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Fuck the hood, [?] started there
You better say fuck the hood and betray them for your mama 'nem
Get out the streets, go get a job, go go to college, go be a doctor
[?] the trenches
Don't hop off the porch like big dog
These streets do not love no one no more
These pistols, yeah, they [?] no more
Feds own the guns, feds own the drugs, they ain't goin' no more
They [?] my n***as daily, they can't take no more
Everybody prayin' in strikers, they got the land on fire
They got the land on fire, killers on [?] some swipers
Keep your face low-key, Facebook, they police
He tell you it's weed, whole time, he smoke leaf
You can't trust no one
Get a gun, keep your own gun
[?] and smoke somethin'
You don't know if it's smoke somethin'
That n***a might freeze
You might get hit
It only take one time
It's only one life to live
[Chorus]
Do drugs by your lonely, do drugs by your lonely
You gotta watch your homies, everybody not your homie
I'm the hood Bible, the hood lied to you
When you really need them, they ain't gon' be by you
Watch them n***as, they some snakes
Watch them bitches, they be fake
Own n***as watch in style
See you stop and get in your face
I'm the hood Bible
Don't let the hood lie to you
They say they love you

[Verse 2]
Don't let them lie to you and say they love you (Say they love you)
Don't let her lie to you and say she for you (She not for you)
That bitch an eater and you don't need her
I swear to God she only 'round for money and some reefer
Don't let these n***as fake you out of your bread
Don't let these bitches fake you out of your head
You a real one, I'm a real one
And I'll kill somethin'
Can't let you tote my pole 'cause I don't know if you gon' kill somethin' like I would

[Outro]
These streets don't love no one